I loved you from the day I was born.
And I accept this love.
For what it is.
Neither melancholy nor catapulting.
Instead, a simple lull that
I don’t know I could deny
Even if you asked it from me.
Every cell in my being
Sends its joy to you
In a collective love hug
Snug
And eternal
(For your listening pleasure: Shpongle, When Shall I be Free?)
Being grounded is a beautiful tool in creating my experience.
Being aware, being present, it allows me to truly attract into my life that which I am desiring.
I was approached with an idea today, an idea I don’t know that I can turn down. It involves research and writing. And it’s a topic for which I have passion. Now I must select a pseudonym and push forward with self-discipline and dedication. After all, there’s no test of a writer than their ability to be self-directed and write.
When I was thirteen, my grandmother died.
My heart, my soul, my grandmother.
This precipitated my relationship with my father.
I knew I had a father, and I knew what he looked like and who he was, generally.
I could pick him from a crowd if I needed to.
